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hide out in reliquary shells
collecting dust and turtle bones
because i can because i want to
because there’s no one around to tell me not to

i wanted pretty scenes of pastel fish
in lilly-padded lake
not this inky nothingness
taking up its place

this feels like my organs have been hiding
in atonement i see them cheering spitefully
so spirits come to rest on shoulders
with thoughts of life, chaos, and order

even apples had imperfections
but they didnt waste time staring at reflections
of the things that weren’t and what was never real
it was only there to give you something to feel
“dont think for a second that youre alone in this”
but i am i am i am

people trapped in city buildings
sharpened stained glass, tiny bee stings
we can not afford to feel
no more heroes

please let’s not bring up
the halo around my head
it’s been reminding me, it’s all dead

please lets not bring up
the halo around my neck
it’s been choking me, half to death

you could be a cloud of flies, lay in wait for my demise
you could be the cloud of flies that locks the door and stays the night

align your jaw

Track Name: Born in a Storm

oh my god
its been so long
since ive done wrong
or distorted my reality

but some stars aligned
and our tongues decide
our names should rhyme

yours taste just like sanity

take it oh take it
the moss on the trees
the wind catches up and we’re on our knees
take it oh take it
the moss on the trees
the wind catches up and we’re on our knees

if i knew id tell you
what this meant
the skin on your stomach
tried to forget
that
you can not mean this much to me

born
inside a storm
learned in things
we cant ignore

Track Name: The Hum

as a child i fell into your graces
disappointment leaks from faces, turned away

kill the lights
the wind is calm

my god, you reek of self important apathy

get me off on empathy alone

Track Name: Gaia's Footsoldiers

i saw the serpent gaping from its shelf
its shallow swallowed self
leaves not a single doubt
how long do you think he took to cough us out
rome wasn’t built in seven days
says his buddy’s overworked and underpaid

let the grass grow right through me, lift the bones to canopy
become the rice they harvest, does that sound so cathartic
its another countdown to nothing
and im blushing all the while
take my time and stride and smile

let the grass grow right through me, lift the bones to canopy
become the rice they harvest, does that sound so cathartic
you wanna talk about nature
and the inner machinations
of healthy human relations
cuz they dont work they want em to